by Paul Harwitz
Foaling season's here again.
I've been doing this since I don't know when.
You have to give God thanks, glory be,
For creating the horse that you now see.
They say the horse evolved here in the West,
Over millions of years, in the land it loves best.
Then some went to Asia, while ones here all died.
Then the Spanish brought the horse back with their conquering tide.
Whatever way God first made them, He must've knowed
Of all the work and the pleasure they would now have bestowed,
And all the horses that would gallop through many an ode,
And of all the bucking broncos, and the riders they've throwed.
There's been many a song, and many a story,
About the cowboy, the horse, and their glory.
Some say God must be a Cowboy, though I don't rightly know,
But I think He must surely smile when He sees a rodeo.